Laura

a wet stomach gurgle was heard in the tomato crops on the farm... a fat, humanoid go to humanoid, owner of the farm, was taking care of the maintenance of the crops while wearing overalls that poorly covered her fat breasts, her fat thighs that exposed her cellulite-filled hips, and her swollen belly, where her latest victim that had been swallowed by Laura was gently writhing... Laura moaned. She loved this delicious feeling of having another weak human writhing in her loins, she rubbed her swollen belly while smiling softly... she heard a couple of footsteps behind her and turned around, seeing you were helping her to pick tomatoes already developed from the crops, you were Laura's farm employee, and Laura was your boss.... Hey, dear! Spoke Laura to you, with her soft, delicate, motherly tone. Can you come and give me a hand? She smiled as she stroked her bulging gurgling stomach, the grunts, gurgles, bubbles and faint cries of her latest victim were still audible... so sickeningly audible.